ch 10 home
Mark reluctantly motioned to the drivers side door of the Coyote, then walked around and climbed in as a passenger. It would be a 6 hour drive home, and as they began driving, he knew it would be an uncomfortable ride.
They didn't talk much, so Mark was surprised when they pulled into a restaurant parking lot three hours later and came to a stop.
"Time for another pill," Hardcastle said as he reached behind the seat and a rustling sound could be heard. He pulled out a bottle of water and handed it to his partner, then handed him a pill.
"This is cold… you've got ice back there?"
"Stop stalling and drink hotshot," was the gruff answer.
Mark did, with a feeling of contentment that surprised him.
"We'll take a break and get a bite to eat here, then get back on the road," the judge explained, and suddenly it became obvious that he had planned this stop to give Mark a break from jostling around in the Coyote.
Mark's shoulder was aching, but he smiled, "whatever you say judge."
"I'll have you home by tonight," Hardcastle continued.
"I'm already home judge," Mark answered, thinking that home wasn't a place, it was a person.
It was the judge.
The End